Short Gyrating Poems
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As a little boy
Hypnotized by gyrating
Hips and bare navel
As an adult man
Light-skinned exotic women
Always more preferred
gyrating bodies
paroxysms of souls
promise of semen
Elvis Presley, the King
A voice like velvet, he did bring
With gyrating moves, dads cried he’s no saint
But those gyrations made the girls scream and faint!
Gyrating naked body flesh
Grinding thumping boobs and butts press
"Toys" part of this wild scene
Chains and whips being mean
For battle wounds hidden not seen
The woman
gyrating in the club,
my husband’s lap.
January 20, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: 1 senryu on anything except love
Sponsored by Black Eyed Susan
Charlie Bug on vacation is dancing a jig
Almost got stepped on by a heavy pig
Gyrating and wiggling, he shows his best side.
Here comes that pig again, Charlie, you’d better hide!
Charlie Bug on vacation is dancing a jig
Almost got stepped on by a heavy pig
Gyrating and wiggling, he shows his best side.
Here comes that pig again, Charlie, you’d better hide!
Gale
Gripping
Gyrating
Godforsaken
Go
Gone
Greenhouse
Grandfathers
Gillyflower
Good
Written 10th March 2019
Contest: Light Up The Page 2
Sponsor: Joseph May
3rd place
Elvis Presley high on drugs
with gyrating hips and shrugs
sang many a great song
chubby cheeks, sideburns long
ere guitar strings pulled all plugs.
~08/20/18
~Celebrity limerick contest
by Tania Kitchin
Anger breeds more anger.
A red gyrating storm.
Every outlook in its path, loud howls
Destroyed. Or will deform.
The same with minds of calm.
Skies, more gleeful, hopeful
Matching. Seen then, in its true light
This world. A beautiful!
wind ripples meadow
while white daisies dance wildly
long stems gyrating
written June 10, 2021
Entered "Bite Size Poetry No. 8" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Brian Strand's "All Yours" Contest
N is for nervousness
Excessive uneasiness;
Horror in an astute mind
Panic at a highest level
Engulfing in terror
Terrifying his readers
Stephen King a master of Gore.
Gyrating inside his mind
Never-ending plots
In wonderment we read
King of Horror, uniquely so.
Nyla the disco queen was glitzy and groovy
Gyrating like a mirror of fancy prisms
Throwing flecks of light around the room
I was mesmerized, could not stop watching her
She was as dazzling as any chandelier.
Others began watching her.
I glared at them.
She was mine to watch.
Nyla the disco queen was glitzy and groovy
Gyrating like a mirror of fancy prisms
Throwing flecks of light around the room
I was mesmerized, could not stop watching her
She was as dazzling as any chandelier.
Others began watching her.
I glared at them.
She was mine to watch.
Out of maple trees comes the samara.
Like a little angel, the seed takes wing.
On summer days in North America,
carried by the wind is this little thing.
Ever so gently, it is gyrating.
I watch each achene spiral to the ground.
In great numbers these wonders can be found.
mindful eye cognises
desire and aversion
bliss and vacuum
at play within
endless silence
aliveness rhythm
propelled by desire
to burn in separation
celebrate fusion of union
as one becomes two
two meld as one
gyrating thus
for eternity
04-September-2021
Save the last dance for me
Left, right I sway in the moonlight for thee
Back and forth our bodies become a twine
Gyrating to the melody in this moment in time
Record our footsteps in the sand
Let me guide you, c'mon take my hand
Around and around , high and low
Love hold me tight and never let me go
Form:
Snowman tango goes woot woot woot
Jazzy dance with nary a Christmas boot
Twirling and twisting in the tango way
December magic showing in a lovely way
Snowmen know it and teach it to new love
One version with Michael Jackson glove
Gyrating snow couple sliding around floor
Onlookers screaming that they want more
Handsome Hardy Hal haphazardly hung horrid hearts on healthy hedge
Impossible? Impractical? Improbable? Too near the ledge?
Justifiably joyful, joked Jerry’s jolly jubilant jonquils, gyrating
Kansas kittens carried kaleidoscopic kits that clung to the ledge
Legitimizing lovely lively lilies laying in lovable lulls near the hedge
Eyelash flashes and soft, sultry, hips
Languid, lascivious, seductions
Hot lust drips from sweet, lump-luscious, lips
Intimate, discriminate, influx-ions
Fast fingertips and slow gyrating hips
A night of lascivious influx-ions
Took one last sweet kiss from the sweetest of lips
Now no more discriminate seductions
The intensity of a blaze raging out of control,
A passionate fury can be glimpsed in the glow;
wild desire running high, drifting into fantasy,
emotionally consumed by the ecstasy.
Reality melting down around me,
replaced by the pleasure heard in my sighs;
Love is told by my body's gyrating stir,
as the flame brightly flares in my eyes.
How pretty is thy look!
Like a flowing brook
Elegantly expressive eyes
Like that of a twinkle from skies
Gyrating and gentle walk
Tangent and tinkling talk
Wherever thou travel and traverse
The air becomes a perfumed verse
What a bedazzling belle!
A divinely dashing damsel
A prolific and profound profile
With pulchritudinous smile..!
We searched for your slanting eyes
as you plucked a dombra
on hills of Kazakhstan
your circles of light
dancing, leaping, gyrating
making heath grow
in bundles
It sang your mission
Heaven on Earth
Heaven on Earth
ropes loosened, dangled
Where to ?
Into One Source
where we created you
so that love can
jump again in
black lashes
Henry was hopping around on a foot or three
we all laughed at him not realizing
he was grabbing the girls attention
We were in eighth grade
all we cared about was our height
None of us was half as tall as the girls
I finally figured it out why Henry was a clown
he was gyrating like a top
flinging them here and there
we took his leftovers gladly
Grow Where You’re Planted
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
Leaves displaying the colors,
Of a painter’s palette,
Came gyrating,
Aimlessly toward the ground;
While raking, I mused,
If I lived in the desert,
There’d be no leaves beneath my feet.
Then upon intellection,
Nor trees to provide me shade,
From the desert’s scorching heat;